Cold Kill Poem by Dez Clark

Tears streaking down my face, At a furiously alarming pace.
Time and time and time again
Just when I thought I made a friend,
He disapears one way or another,
It feels like leaving your loving brother.
Out in the winter night,
What a horrid sight!
He is layed out on the freezing ground
Breathing heavily as if Heaven-bound.
You run toward him crying in fear.
He looks at you and mumbles, ''ll miss you, my dear.'
You grab his hand and plea your best
Then place a hand on his chest.
You feel blood pouring out his heart.
You are screaming when your eyes dart.
You see a knife stabbed through your love
And look up as if waiting for a dove.
You lay next to his death-cold body
And hug him tightly while quietly sobbing..